Pregnant Pie for the Swinger Guy

Until last week, I thought I led a pretty conventional life. I live in a nice house in the suburbs, have a wonderful husband in my partner Bill, and we will soon be expecting our first child, as I am currently six months pregnant. Since becoming pregnant, I resigned from my job at a bank so I could take it easy and prepare for the arrival of our new baby. Being home all the time is lovely, but it does get a little boring sometimes, especially when Bill is out of town on business, which occurs frequently. In between dealing with my occasional morning sickness, cravings for odd food, and a sex drive that has skyrocketed, I find myself searching for outlets to fill the time. This search for a social connection has led to a friendship with my neighbor Emily, who is about to get married next month.

Emily is a lovely gal who, at age twenty-three, is ten years younger than me. She has a great figure: 5'10" tall, small but perky breasts, short red hair, and long, shapely legs. I must admit that I am a bit jealous of her figure, since I feel rather dumpy since becoming pregnant. She works the night shift in a call center, and usually gets home around 8:00 AM, at which time she typically invites me over to her place for a cup of coffee. Actually, she typically drinks a beer at that time of the day, while I drink coffee! It seems a little odd to see someone drinking beer at that hour, but I guess it is normal for those who work odd hours.

Over the course of the last few months, my friendship with Emily has blossomed. She has a great sense of humor and is very comfortable in her skin, so to speak. Her soon to be husband is quite a looker, too. His name is Nick, and he has sandy blond hair and a rugged, muscular frame. He looks like the surfer type, except Emily has told me that he doesn't know how to swim. We often talk about our men, marriage, and topics that tend to be somewhat taboo.

I have enjoyed my many conversations with Emily. One of the more interesting disclosures that she recently offered was to tell me that she and Nick are swingers. When she told me this, I wasn't sure how to respond. I was brought up in a very traditional, conservative household. I was a virgin when I met my husband Bill, and had never had sexual relations outside of our marriage since marrying him ten years ago. I was initially taken aback by Emily's statement, but tried to respond courteously, since I really had no idea about what swinging culture entailed. Sure, I had my perceptions of people getting gangbanged and stuff, but my social mores were far too rigid to really know what it was truly all about. However, I have always had a curiosity about swingers, so I enjoyed discussing the culture with her at length.

"So Nick is okay with you getting fucked by another man, and you are okay with him fucking another woman?" I asked.

"I love Nick," replied Emily, "and we understand that our relationship is stronger since we can be open about our sexuality. Really, as long as we know about what we are doing and it is mutual, it is not cheating."

This notion still struck me as a bit odd, but I rolled with it. It took me awhile to process it, coming from my conservative background, but I did my best to understand. Actually, some of the stories she told me about their encounters were very exciting, and I found myself longing for similar sexual experiences, as I have always fantasized about being with other partners, including women. The thought of being in a bisexual threeway or moreway sounded positively delicious, although I know my husband Bill would freak out if I ever suggested such a thing. He is quite religious, and let's just say that this element has stifled his creativity in the bedroom. He even refuses to have sex in the doggy position, which would be most lovely, in my opinion. He is a sufficient lover, although inwardly I have always wanted more, especially since becoming pregnant. I'm just a girl who is dying for a cock these days. When I told this to Emily, she made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

"Say, would you like to come over on Saturday night, Jane? Nick and I are having a gathering with a few other couples we know who enjoy the lifestyle. You can just hang out and meet the others. Believe me, it is not as weird as you think--we are all normal, professional people. There will definitely be some sex going on, but you can just watch, if you'd like."

I tensed in my chair, contemplating the scene. Holy shit, I might just get to watch Emily get fucked, and not by Nick. And I might just get to see that cock of Nick's about which I have fantasized, if I'm lucky. And who knows what the hell else I might see. The thing that made the offer more tempting was that my husband Bill would be out of town that night. Lord knows I couldn't attend such an event if he were around, but since he wasn't, it seemed as though this was an opportunity to meet new people and learn more about swinging culture.

"You know, girl, I'll come by, although I'm not sure how long I will stay. But there is one rule: you cannot tell Bill that I was there, okay?"

"You bet. I'll keep it a secret," said Emily.

With the plans confirmed, and the event a couple of days away, I went home and tried not to obsess about the event. A few times I even changed my mind, and thought that it might be better not to attend the party, since it would be hurtful to Bill if he knew I went. I also worried about my appearance, knowing that I would be the only pregnant gal in attendance amidst a bunch of young, attractive couples. However, I decided that I would go and check it out. The curiosity was most definitely getting the best of me.

On the night of the party I did my best to look nice. Believe me, this is no small task when you are pregnant. It took me most of the day to get ready, along with a few trips to the shopping malls to search for a new outfit. Skimpy blouses and mini-skirts were out of the question, so I purchased a nice yet simple black dress that covered my bulging frame. With my nice black stockings and lace panties, I felt comfortable enough to be around a group of people who would likely be fucking like bunnies. I still had no designs on participating, but in the back of my mind I knew that it was a possibility, if the variables were right. But they would have to be totally right . . .

When I arrived at Emily's place, some of the guests had already arrived. There were about ten couples in total, and most ranged in age from their early twenties to mid thirties. However, one of the couples appeared to have been in their fifties. I felt a little out of place being there unaccompanied, but Emily did her best to make me feel most welcome.

"Hi Jane, I'm so glad you could make it," said Emily. "Let me introduce you to some of my friends."

Emily took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen, where I was introduced to several young, attractive couples who were enjoying margaritas and making small talk. People were obviously just starting to get loose and taking in the environment. It seemed like a regular party, actually, with people chatting about work, sports, and politics. Occasionally people would mention some of the good nightclubs in the area or the local restaurants, but it was all pretty benign stuff. I soon made friends with a couple named Nathan and Sara, who were a very attractive black couple. I am always a little nervous about meeting new people, but Emily courteously introduced me to them, and soon we were chatting away like good friends. We talked about superficial stuff at first, such as the weather, my pregnancy, and my former job, but soon the discourse reached a deeper level.

"So how long have you been into the 'lifestyle,' Jane?" asked Nathan.

"About an hour, I guess," I replied. "I'm just a friend of Emily's who is here for a brief visit."

"Oh, I'm sorry to have made the assumption," he added. "I just figured that you were here to swing with the rest of us."

"I'm curious about it, as it has been a fantasy of mine," I added. "But I really don't think I would be much of an attraction anyway, since I'm pregnant."

Sara took me by the hand and looked deeply into my eyes. "Hon, you are beautiful, so relax. Believe me, pregnant girls can be very sexy. Some guys like that kind of thing, you know."

"Indeed," said Nathan. "I've always had a thing for pregnant ladies, in fact, though I haven't been lucky enough to party with one. I think they are quite hot."

I didn't reply to his statement. Was that an offer to hook up with me? I was slightly unnerved, though I decided that I should just accept his compliment and leave it at that. We continued to talk for several more minutes, before moving into the large, spacious living room which was clearly going to be the locus of the activity that night. When we walked into the room, I could not believe what my eyes were seeing. Most of the small talk had ended and the sex had begun.

In the living room there was a young lady, probably no more than twenty years old, who was being fucked by the guy who appeared to be in his fifties. She was sprawled out on her back on a few silk pillows, with her legs spread apart, her eyes half closed, her skin coated with a thin layer of sweat. She had long, blond hair, a thin frame, and her pussy was shaved. The gentleman who was fucking her had the stature of a gorilla; he was short, bald, stocky, and covered with white, glistening hair on his chest and back. He drilled that girl's pussy slowly and tenderly as she held his thick hips while he thrust into her. They were soon joined by her boyfriend, who dropped his jeans and began rubbing his cock as he watched this man, who was old enough to be her father, fuck his girlfriend. Without saying a word, she reached out for his cock, arched her head, parted her lips, and began sucking the tip of his penis, while the older guy continued to pump her pussy. I could not believe the girl's coordination, actually, or that she could be so completely comfortable having sex in front of people. I was completely in awe. Soon Emily came over with Nick and joined both Nathan and Sara, who were standing beside me, enjoying the show.

"She is a hottie, isn't she?" said Emily.

"Oh my," I said, "I can't believe this. As much as I should probably leave, I can't keep my eyes off of her. She is beautiful."

"She is quite a vixen," Nick added.

We all continued to watch this blond bombshell get worked over. Slight moans emanated from her lips, as she sucked her boyfriend while getting fucked by the older guy's thick, stubby cock. Every once in awhile she would stop sucking her boyfriend and utter lines of encouragement to the gentleman who was giving her the shaft. "Oh, that's it, big daddy, fucking work my bald, baby pussy," she moaned. "I'm your girl tonight, and I want every drop of your sweet treat from your balls, daddy."

"Daddy?" I thought. Holy shit, she was clearly into roleplaying, as it was evident they weren't related. That girl must have had some sort of incest fetish or something. Regardless, such naughty talk really seemed to excite the guy, as he increased the pace with which he fucked her. By now pretty much everyone in the room, which must have been close to two dozen people, were jacking or jilling themselves to the sight in front of them. Within seconds, the sexual intensity began to crest, as the older guy threw back his head, arched his back, and unloaded in a massive orgasm deeply into the girl's pussy.

"Oh fuck, oh yes, that's it, oh fuck," he huffed, as his balls drained its milky seeds. "Uuuughhh," he grunted, with one final thrust, keeping his cock buried into her to its hilt.

The girl's boyfriend, who was still getting sucked, pulled out of her mouth and said to the older guy, "Pull out, but lift up her ass, so it doesn't drip out. I want to add some too." The older guy complied, and held her ass up while her boyfriend made his way between her legs, taking his place. Her boyfriend quickly slipped into her cum-filled pussy and rammed a few short, hard thrusts that caused her eyes to widen. He was drilling her very roughly and within about thirty seconds he too began to cum. "Oh yeah," he said, as he too drained his testicles into her sex. "Oh, hell yeah."

I could not believe what I was seeing. Holy shit, that girl must have had a hundred billion sperm swimming in her kitty, all with different DNA from the "donors." As a pregnant girl, I couldn't help but wonder about such a thing. I had to assume that she must have been on the pill, for her to willingly accept such a creaming.

The onlookers definitely enjoyed the show. Upon the guys blowing their loads into her, people began to clap, whoop, and holler in approval.

"Now let's see it," yelled one guy across the room, who obviously had a creampie fetish.

"Who gets to drink it?" uttered another guy.

"I will!" said Emily, who was standing right next to me. "Is that okay, Nick?" she asked.

"Sure, hon," replied Nick with a smile.

Emily moved to the center of the living room, where the cum-filled blond had her legs lifted high in the air by her boyfriend and the older guy, who were clearly trying to ensure that not a drop of their seeds would drip from her pussy until they said so. Emily positioned her head by the girl's pussy and said, "Okay, guys, ease her upright."

"Okay, easy does it," said the older guy, as they slowly tipped the girl upright, with Emily's mouth positioned underneath the girl's pussy.

As the girl was turned upright into a standing position, she spread her labia with her fingers directly above Emily's waiting mouth, which was wide open. Within seconds huge, thick, creamy slugs of cum dripped from her pussy into Emily's mouth, occasionally dripping onto her chin. The room erupted in applause as Emily gargled the creamy, man-made milkshake. Holy shit, it was hot to watch. The cum kept pouring, and Emily kept swallowing as fast as gravity took force. Seeing Emily's throat movements were beautiful, knowing that she was consuming all of that delicious seed. I was a little envious, actually. She was putting on a tremendous show, and I too wanted to be the center of attention, but I was trying to be a good girl.

When Emily was done swallowing her snack, she walked over to me and said, "Ooooh, that was yummy, girlfriend," as she licked her lips with a smile. "What do you think?"

I didn't know what to say to her, in truth. What can one say to a woman who has just swallowed a gallon of cum from another girl's pussy? Inwardly I was totally aroused yet somewhat repulsed. With her standing so close to me, I could smell cum on her breath. I could see the droplets of leftover cum on her chin. Without saying a word, I grabbed her face and gave her a long, deep, French kiss. Oh, God, I had never kissed a girl before, but I just needed to taste the seed that remained in her mouth. She did not resist, and reciprocated my advance, her tongue meeting with mine passionately. We kissed nonstop for a minute or two, but it felt like hours. My hormones were raging, I was hotter than hell, and my pussy was dripping through my panties. Little by little, I was losing control of my senses.

After we finished kissing, Emily looked into my eyes deeply. I had never seen her look at me in quite that way. Her icy blue eyes were sparkling, and she made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

"Would you like to taste me?" she whispered.

"Yes," I said, knowing that what I was doing was crazy and wrong.

Emily led me to a couch in the living room. By now, everyone in attendance was in some form of undress. Pretty much every sex act that could be performed, in just about every configuration, was happening in that room. There were couplings, threeways, and even an "oral train" that involved no fewer than six people, who were sucking cock and eating pussy in unison to their hearts' content. The vibe was absolutely electric. The sound of everyone moaning was a major turn-on. Emily slipped off her jeans past her shapely hips, and lowered her panties that were just as drenched as mine. She sat back on the couch while I, on all fours, lowered my head toward her beautiful pussy, featuring long, juicy, dangling labia minora.

I began to taste her slowly, running my tongue carefully up her slit and in circles around her clit. She moaned softly in approval. I had never tasted another woman before, and she was delicious. I kept eating her slowly, and in a few minutes I brought her to two or three shallow orgasms, which I could tell by the way she was breathing and holding my head to her pussy. Suddenly, as I continued to work on her, I felt a hand caressing my buttocks through my dress. I looked back and it was Nick. Right next to him was Nathan, that big black hunk that I befriended earlier. They were both smiling, and had their stiff cocks in their hands. I knew what they wanted.

"Would you like to play with us, Jane?" asked Nick, whose cock was about seven inches and uncircumcised.

I didn't say a word, but just nodded my head slightly in approval. I couldn't bring myself to verbally say the words that would authorize me to cheat on my husband, but yes, I wanted their cocks. Oh, fuck, I wanted their cocks.

We all moved to the floor, where I continued eating Emily's delicious pussy. I laid on my side, as it was more comfortable, since I was pregnant. I lifted up my dress, and felt Nick and Nathan take off my panties. Their hands were big, thick, and muscular. As I continued to taste Emily, I felt Nick get behind me, along side me, and move his cock toward the folds of my hot, drenched pussy. The tip of his cock was thick and dripping with precum as he gently began to split me with his inches. I let out a deep, husky moan when he was halfway inside. Oh, God, it felt so good.

Nick began to fuck me in a soft, even pace, as I concentrated on tongue-fucking Emily. Nick was a wonderful lover, and I was enthralled to have him inside me. I wanted to thank Emily for sharing him right then and there, but I thought that would probably be an odd statement, while getting fucked. I just kept quiet, with the exception of the involuntary moans that left my lips. Within a few minutes I felt Nick become huge inside me. He was about to pop. Oh, I felt every vein and ripple of his cock enlarge as he increased the pace with which he fucked me.

"Oh, don't stop, don't stop" I said, as he huffed more loudly. "Give it to me."

He gave it to me, alright. He gave it all to me. Within seconds his cock erupted into my pussy, filling me with warmth. He continued to drive his seeds into me fully for the next minute or two, before pulling out and saying, "You've gotta try this." It was clear he was talking to Nathan, not to me.

Nick pulled out, leaving my pregnant frame oozing hot, milky cum. Nathan soon took his place behind me. His muscular hands grabbed my wide hips, and I could feel his huge, black cock easing its way up between my legs. His cock was incredible. It must have been eleven inches. I wasn't sure if I could take it all, or whether I should even try, due to my pregnancy.

I lifted my top leg ever so slightly, to allow him a smoother entry into my pussy. When his massive rod began to ease its way into me, I had to stop eating Emily. Yes, it was all I could do to keep my senses together while taking my first black cock.

"Ooooh, slower," I moaned, as Nathan inched about half his cock, or about six inches, into my pussy. Nathan was lovely, responding by tenderly feeding my dripping kitty his glorious black snake slowly.

"Now you gonna rock with me, right, baby?" he whispered into my ear.

"Yes," I stammered, as I began to rock my hips with him, causing his cock to penetrate me further. I think I was able to take about nine inches, before I realized I could take no more. I felt like I was being fucked by a baseball bat, and it was truly unbelievable. Nick and Emily, who were beside us, were clearly enjoying the scene.